On and On is a swirling indie rock meditation on the grind of existence, inspired in part by One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. With lyrics that conjure visions of submerged truths, mechanical oppression, and the slow unraveling of identity, the track pulses with tension and dreamlike imagery. Laced with haunting refrains and pounding rhythm, it explores what happens when inner chaos meets institutional coldness—when the soul is trapped in the gears of something bigger and colder than itself.

Surreal • Brooding • Industrial dreamscape • Psychologically tense • Lyrically cinematic • Subversive

Lyrics

Round and round
Grinding wheel it turns
And groans

On and on
On and on it goes
Whoa

Tell me
What you see
Are the lights reflecting shapes from the depths
Coming up from the bottom of the sea

Tell me
What you hear
Are the walls bending back with the weight
Of the words unsaid that we fear

Cold as steel
Crushing cog it turns
And churns

On and on
On and on it goes
Whoa

Tell me
What you see
Are the lights reflecting shapes from the depths
Coming up from the bottom of the sea

Tell me
What you hear
Are the walls bending back with the weight
Of the words unsaid that we fear

Whoa
Tell me what did you see
Was it you?
Was it me?
Was it flesh and bone?
Did it ache and groan
Breathing air, draining blood from a stone
Begging to be set free?

Metallic fog
Smoking smog it burns
And blows

On and on
On and on it goes
Whoa

Tell me
What you see
Are the lights reflecting shapes from the depths
Coming up from the bottom of the sea

Tell me
What you hear
Are the walls bending back with the weight
Of the words unsaid that we fear

Whoa
Tell me what did you see
Was it you?
Was it me?
Was it flesh and bone?
Did it ache and groan
Breathing air, draining blood from a stone
Begging to be set free?

Whoa
Tell me what did you see
Was it you?
Was it me?
Was it flesh and bone?
Did it ache and groan
Breathing air, draining blood from a stone
Begging to be set free?